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Onanism and pettiness.

It always amazes me how complicated things can get when people get involved. The simplest tasks turn into huge ordeals that waste so much time. Like checking out at a grocery store. I was in line behind a woman with her handful of items for what felt like fifteen minutes while she somehow managed to drag out the whole process by digging in her pockets for coupons and payment and all kinds of other nonsense. It is, theoretically, a fast transaction. Scan, swipe, receive receipt, collect groceries, leave. Yet for her this was some kind of new and foreign concept. It was like watching her ride a bike for the first time in decades which, in theory, is a lot like dancing.

Finally, she collected her garbage and began trudging toward the sliding doors. The cashier began ringing my groceries up. "Good, you?" I said to him. "Plastic's fine." I said to the bagger. I swiped, got my receipt, grabbed my bags, and walked out the door. As I stepped into the sunlight I, in a fluid motion, stuffed my receipt in my pocket and put my sunglasses on and pulled out my car keys. The woman was still trying to walk out the door.

Ridiculous.

I started writing my zombie story again. Officially. It's a slow process, but it's hard to suddenly breathe life back into something you buried under schoolwork for months.

I'm so clever.

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Cam said…
I have no tolerance for idiots.

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